Drinking my
Millionth
Bottle of rye
Ten thousand
Years old
I cannot die
One year I caught
Small pox it
Still didn’t
Put me in
a wooden box.
The French
They chopped
Me head straight
off
They new it
was stupidly wrong
Then my mum went
And Sewed it straight
Back on.
A vampire drained
Me body of all
my blood
Still wouldn’t die
Even if I could.
Please can someone
Have an idea
I don’t want to live
Another year.
If I can’t it’s only time
I will have to drink
A lot more wine.